Doxology
>> Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow
Praise Him, all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly host
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Author Unknown
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow
Praise Him, all creatures here below
Praise Him above ye heavenly host
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Author Unknown
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine
Oh what a foretaste of glory divine
Heir of salvation, purchase of God
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
Perfect submission, perfect delight
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight
Angels descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest
Watching and waiting, looking above
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
Christian Hymns
At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away
It was there by faith I received my sight
And now I am happy all the day
Are you washed in the blood
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb
Are your garments spotless
Are they white as snow
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb
Words and music by Elisha A. Hoffman
John Newton
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come
‘Tis grace that brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home
When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun
Praise God, praise God...
Words and Music by John Newton
To the regions beyond I must go, I must go
Where the story has never been told;
To the millions that never have heard of His love,
I must tell the sweet story of old.
Refrain
To the regions beyond I must go, I must go,
Till the world, all the world,His salvation shall know.
To the hardest of places He calls me to go,
Never thinking of comfort or ease;
The world may pronounce me a dreamer, a fool,
Enough if the Master I please.
Refrain
Oh, you that are spending your leisure and powers
In those pleasures so foolish and fond;
Awake from your selfishness, folly and sin,
And go to the regions beyond.
Refrain
There are other “lost sheep” that the Master must bring,
And to them must the message be told;
He sends me to gather them out of all lands,
And welcome them back to His fold.
Refrain
Words:Albert B. Simpson, 1904, alt.
Music:Margaret M. Simpson
(MIDI, score).
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